Worlds of rapture came crashing down on Phoebe from everywhere at once. Sinful muscles trained for sex rewarded each male with the abundance of delights that glistening body could offer. There was no shortage of ecstasy and those burning to deliver and experience it at the same time. Where one succumbed and had to recede, another took his place, drowning her in a near unbroken chain of carnal passions.

To think they were all creations of some kind did not matter as after the first several climaxes even the faintest cohesive chain of thoughts eluded their willing prey. She milked them for all they were worth and would only collapse to her knees fully when they vanished in due time. The poor thing was still bucking her hips, whimpering to the convulsions of inner folds which now collapsed around nothing, reliving those final moments of paradise until she nearly slumped over, twitching in a similarly spine tingling afterglow. The change of clothes went virtually unnoticed until Gersham himself made his presence known by feeling up this worn out morsel to restore a semblance of clarity to the woman’s senses.

Simmering in pleasure and fatigue, it took that addled mind a moment to register what was being relayed to her, or rather the implications behind those words. Luna’s been kept waiting. In the next room as well. Gersham paused as he offered more than a simple reunion, delivering those lines in an ever dramatic fashion. Cleary it was something he had an interest in as well. Of course, who was she to refuse the man whom she was sworn to serve for the entire day?

“Ha .. Hmm .. Well, we’ve kept her waiting long enough. I wouldn’t mind rewarding her patience some.” Still panting amid the numbing, tingling tide of orgasmic bliss, the young blonde couldn’t help but give a near breathless chuckle at the prospect of plunging straight into another performance. All the drugs were gone from her system and yet she still appeared ever so eager to live up to his expectations. Just how much more energy did the petite firecracker have to spare? Was she running on fumes or holding up rather well after a feast befitting of royalty?

“So .. What did you have in mind?” She purred the words, head now raised to look up at him regardless of whether he towered over her front or back. Grin widening, Phoebe blanketed both his hands with her own, goading him to hypercharge the playful pilot with aphrodisiac all over again. “Actually .. Surprise me .. I’m not too particular about how we’re going to show off ..”

Some semblance of consciousness asserted itself with that touch. More and more being restored as Phoebe managed to catch her breath. Despite adding or erasing desire Gersham could do nothing for those aches and exhaustion she felt. As much as she goaded him for more of that drug he resisted giving it to her. After all he just freed her mind of influence.

He merely grinned down at her. Delighting in that closeness. The warmth of hands against his own. “Well, as for that -” he was cut off by her wanting to keep that a surprise. The less he explained, the better. He would simply follow her lead to a point. Grinning again he sealed his lips against her own. Drawing her close for the moment.

Minutes past in that state. Followed by a brief chill. Again she was shifted in that state. Breaking that kiss Gersham stepped back. His finger tips trailing down her arms. Once she came to her senses she would see the room they were now in. It was better illuminated than the last though they were in the gloom near the walls. Most of the chamber was lit. Brightest at the center with numerous shadows along the walls.

There were all manners of toys and tools on shelves or hooks. Sections of wall that were cleared save for restraints. Chains dangled from the ceiling towards the center of the room. Near which was a large bed. But the bed was less of what caught her interest.

It was the occupant. Luna. Bound and gagged. In her undergarments she had a flushed look about her. Clearly she was drugged. Gersham had to use physical contact to use that trait but he also had to be in contact to use shadow step and could have done both at once. The terms were between Phoebe and Gersham but it was clear that he was going to have some fun even if he couldn't get physical with her. Now he left it up to the pilot as for how she handled the situation. Knowing how powerful that drug was, yet how satisfying it was to finally be able to give in to it she was in a position of power. Either torturing the agent by ignoring her for Gersham or see to her.

With that smirk on Gersham's features he lead her closer to the light where the bound mousy haired agent could see them well enough. Had this been why she was made clear headed? To have a manner of choice here?

Just as she comprehended all that the chamber had to offer Gersham's hands were upon her bosom. Squeezing the petite orbs beneath the shadow clothing. It felt as if there was nothing there keeping them apart. Flesh against flesh. The shadow clothing was more or less an visual illusion of darkness. Hiding her wares to the eye only. Fingers dipped into the flesh of her breasts while his thumbs strolled over the points of her nipples.

On the bed there was a moan or gasp from the muffled Luna. Fingers peeled away from those breasts dipping down her sides then back up. So far his touch was aphrodisiac free not that he suspected he needed it. Unconcerned it what her decision would be from here since they had quit a while still.

Lips mashed and molded over one another for minutes on end. What few breaths Phoebe managed to take left her feeling rather lightheaded once more, but coherent enough to register that familiar chill indicating a change in scenery. She had expected Luna to grace their presence, but not quite the way that lovely woman ended up, least of all the surroundings to complement such an arrangement.

An interesting prospect. Seldom in charge of the situation, especially with him around, there was no doubting the deep inhale she took, nor the breath and frustration expelled soon after. The thrill set before her eyes proved as sweet as it was cruel for recent activities had taken a lot out of her. Yet it was there, heat bubbling up from deep within her core to breathe new life into those stifled desires.

It hasn’t even been long since they last plunged each other into mutual ecstasy, but that changed nothing. Luna had that special something about her which would’ve excited Phoebe even from a state of utter exhaustion. What a shame it would be to waste this opportunity while her body still had a semblance of strength left to it.

“My, my .. You’re spoiling me .. Are you sure I’m yours for the day and not the other way around?” Arms still embraced him. Her body still pressed close, and those affectionate hands made a show of roaming over the man’s torso not just for him to bask in her presence, but for their audience of one to envy the very physique she was exploring instead of Luna right then and there.

“Still .. I’m afraid I can’t watch a beautiful woman suffer such neglect,” Phoebe then added, having to step on her toes to reach his lips with her own, nibbling them, suckling against them, all to that sensual gaze meeting his without missing a beat.

“Mm .. You wouldn’t mind if I relieved some of her tension, would you?” She might’ve been testing the waters on what he would let her get away with, but at the same time there was enjoyment to be had by letting her stride towards the tied up agent. The visuals reflected the appeal that came washing over her. While an illusion, the blonde’s clothes acted upon the eyes as though they were well and truly real. Skirt drifting in an unseen breeze, this particular piece would rock and bounce in time with those steps, continuously rocking up that fine ass and offering glimpses of split fabric around milky and deliciously thick thighs.

The mildly blushing specimen carried herself with all the bravado of a latex clad plaything and dominatrix alike, at least depending on whom fixed their gaze upon the blonde temptress. She made no secret of how much she cherished the attention coming her way, flaunting her wares with every waking moment, every bated breath that could be caught in her target’s throat.

Phoebe carried on until Luna ended up within reach. Her steps slowed some, but only in order to appreciate the sight, sounds and feel of what became exposed to her daring touch. Fingertips trailed upon the woman’s contours with little pressure. Gentle, torturous, agonizing even in how faint the stimulation they provided turned out. Step by step, the pilot continued alongside the bed and deliberated on how to proceed while feeling up this wondrous feast, taking in the expanse of that backside and the curve of a breast whilst smiling down at her flushed companion.

What of the sheer abundance of tools for them to take advantage of? Eyes departed from the bound vixen in order to take them all in. Some she knew, and much to her surprise there were those unknown even to one with her experience. They certainly offered ample means to help her burn through that pent up need.

But, depending on whether Gersham would let her or had a few desires of his own, Phoebe’s touch soon faded from Luna’s form. Hips swayed with the same degree of deliberate seduction as before when those steps led her over to the shelves, browsing them for the first of many selections that would find their purpose in satisfying the other woman’s smoldering lusts.

Their audience of one watched on. The occasional moan or creek of the bed as Luna squirmed in her restraints cut into their conversation.

Gersham's lips tingled. His chest felt inflamed with that touch, Phoebe's attention on him to the dismay of the agent who could only watch on helplessly. He gave her a slight nod.

“Oh, I am certain. Besides. You still have to gather your stamina for what I have in mind.” Permission granted Luna wasn't the only one watching her approach. In this case it was a departure. Phoebe could feel those watching eyes from both directions.

Excuses made, Phoebe couldn't sit back while the agent suffered against that drug. Granted permission to proceed Gersham watched on. Her touch having an immediate effect on Luna as she heard the most perfect blend of sigh and moan at that contact, however brief. Her closeness had settled Luna down. She had no longer been squirming and attempting to grab attention.

Normally calculating eyes looked glossed over. There was a warmth to that skin, at this range it was easier to see those flushed features. Hard nipples poked up that bra and a wet patch coated those panties. Blue eyes, made it clear that she was wearing her contacts.

Phoebe might not have even been aware that she was given them both more of a show than anticipated. Parts of her shadow cloths shifted in places given glimpses of the succulent skin beneath. Never too much, something that most likely would go unnoticed unless under direct observation for long periods.

The effect had Luna salivating though given the gag that was unnoticed. Her focus was clearly on the pilot. She whimpered as if calling her back as Phoebe moved away.

Gersham tracked her movements. Then in a blink of an eye he was beside her. Pressed close to her side with one hand rubbing her rear. The contact flesh to flesh despite that clothing. Warmth radiating from the places he touched though he did not impede her or attempt to hold her back. Whether he just wished to be close, putting on a show for Luna or both was unknown at present.

The toys and tools covered a wide array of species in the galaxy. It wasn't surprising that she knew or could guess at less than half the ones present. With the various body types and appendages out there there were things that Phoebe couldn't wrap her head around. Stuff for more humanoid creatures had been easier to guess at. Even if all of them weren't the same there were enough reference points for her to make assertions.

“Ah, let me assist you.” With a wave of a hand shadows moved away from those tools she would be more familiar with. He did not so much as illuminate them but with the absence of shadow around them opposed to their neighbors it might have seemed that way at first glance. While their were some things still outside her understanding there were few now. Of course, Gersham had no idea what she did and did not know so there were good chances that some of those shaded in shadow were things she did know of and some of those visible she still had no clue about. Since things were organized to his doing Gersham had a good idea were he had grouped things and made it easier

“That should make things a bit easier.”

More moans of torment or to gather attention followed. To his credit Gersham ha not peeled his eyes away from her. Simply stepping back after indulging in a long kiss. His tongue entwining with her own. Leaving her to her selection he remained close in the event that she needed something particular that she didn't see straight away or for recommendations.

It did not take much prompting on his part to make that body dance. She moved with his touch, arched into it, offering ever more dazzling curves for him to admire in the moment. Selecting proper toys thus became an appetizer on its own. She might’ve been acting like the woman in charge though Gersham’s hand ultimately decided how the temptress moved, swayed and brought them from one set of tools to another. Sealing their lips with a kiss nearly had the former agent reeling. She was meant to gather her stamina and yet even without that drug he gave her every opportunity to indulge a little bit more.

“Mph .. Ah ..” Mouth still tingling, the bubbly delights that lingering in the aftermath of that union made it difficult to think of anything but a continuation of such events. She mustered what willpower she had left in order to focus on what mattered more right then and there. Increasingly dull eyes wandered from him to their nearby prey. Luna had earned her time in the spotlight and now that adequate tools were chosen for the job at hand, they would not delay any longer.

Showtime.

Phoebe turned back around and approached Luna with the same wealth of enthusiasm as before. Seduction oozed from every step dedicated to taunting the bound agent with what could be had, but remained just out of reach. Several tools occupied her hands on the way back though it may have been difficult to catch them all given the distraction of that smoldering form at all times. Not that there’d be any avoiding them once the blonde vixen got close and did not hesitate to administer the first of many.

A blindfold. Black. Satin. As dim as the lights were, Luna’s world became that much darker. She could neither speak coherently nor view the individuals nearby, let alone what came next in the line of toys to be used on her aching body.

Skilled hands undid the bra hiding away those perky breasts. They swept over their molten swell, gauging their weight and tenderness with a fleeting grip which receded as quickly as it had arrived. Then came the clamps biting down on their throbbing nipples, adding stinging erotic heat to the thrill that was being a defenseless plaything.

After a brief tug and twist on them came the third piece. Cold leather adhered her neck in short order though it was no mere collar the pilot had produced. It released a faint jolt with the telepathic press of a button, perceptible and rousing yet far from painful.

There was more than met the eye though as the final object would be out for Gersham to see. It shimmered in the light. Wet, covered in bumps and ridges, and moving in a slow albeit prehensile way as though it had a mind of its own. Phoebe lowered the tentacular appendage between those needy thighs, not giving away its true nature until Luna would feel it against her own flesh. The pilot hadn’t stripped off these soaked panties, but merely peeled them aside, allowing the slippery tip to touch down on that dripping snatch. It would ease into her without warning, prompted to slide deeper with the faintest of motivational pressures applied by the shapely blonde.

At the same time, Phoebe joined her on the bed. That wondrous figure pressed into Luna’s back, bare flesh against her own. It might dawn on her then that she could not have stripped that quickly. Shadows were but illusions all along. Would she figure it out? Did she have the clarity of mind to think this through? Would it matter?

Another jolt caused the appendage to break out into a flurry of motions while Phoebe guided it deeper still. The meaty phallus responded to electric impulses. Insides had no choice but to melt around the fleshy invader. Shock collar and ridged tentacle worked together, bombarding the woman’s senses with mild discomfort and aggressive movements hitting her in rapid succession.

Lips nuzzled and suckled against her exposed neck. To add further confusion to the moment, Phoebe’s hands pawed at a breast and grabbed handfuls of that fine ass even though the other tools had not ceased their nefarious works. She hardly knew about the pilot’s powers though even if she did there’d be no way of knowing how far they’d come. Throughout all this, her tormentor’s eyes drifted to Gersham once more, anticipating his input or further ideas on how to spice things up unless he wished to wait for her to continue things at her own pace.

Darkness. That enticing beauty faded from sight as Luna felt the silk spool around her head. Cut off from sight, unable to speak, Luna's senses were slowly being cut off. Her ears strained to hear every other sound, though her whimpers made that task far more difficult.

She still had her sense of smell, though that too had been limited given her own aroma that those natural drugs produced. Luna was wet, in dire need, yet helpless to do much more than submit to what was to come. One sense that had been enhanced was touch. It felt like her blood was boiling.

As her bra was freed she felt cool air envelop them. Rock hard nipples stood prominent to all to behold. Her mounds touched briefly causing sparks of pleasure to flow from the very spots that had been touched however short lived. A muted combination of a gasp and moan followed as she felt those clamps bit into her flesh. Blood causing those nipples to throb. Each time the did she felt the sting of those clamps working against her.

Luna had little time to get adjusted to this as a choker or collar adorned her neck. Followed by a swift shock she moaned again. Taken off guard by the suddenness of it all. The shock was brief and mild, akin to sticking one's tongue on a battery. She could hear the bed squeaking, felt Phoebe climbing behind her. There was no head board and she was maneuvered up to a sitting position. Her restraints moving up and down the posts of the bed with ease.

Baffling, it felt like a warm naked body was pressed up against her. Luna might have been able to figure it out, would have realized that there was no time for her to have stripped. But at that precise moment her mind was far from calculating as it normally would have been. That had not mattered. She wanted, nay, needed relief.

Another shock. Then another. More intense than before as if the first was a test, but far from causing harm. Maybe if the jolts were prolonged it would get out of hand but they were perfectly aligned. Not too weak or too strong. Though the way she spasmed with each jolt caused those clamps to work against sore nipples. And yet that was not all.

Her panties peeled aside Luna sensed something moving towards her. She had no clue as to what even when it made contact with that sopping sex. A dildo? A vibrator? She had not calculated the true nature of that tentacle until she felt it press aside those tight muscles. Muscles that enveloped the toy, clenching down on the irregular shape.

Another jolt slammed into her, the toy feed off it twisting inside her, Between the pleasures of that toy mixed with the electrical jolts and sting in her breasts Luna found her back arching back firmly into Phoebe's chest.

A louder moan signaled her release. Tormented for as long as she was. Yet that fire was far from extinguished. Hands roamed over her ass and breast at the same time. Lips moving over her neck further causing her mind to spiral. Had she been in a position to question it she may have concluded there were too many hands. She might have pondered that along with the question of Phoebe's sudden nakedness. None of it mattered at present, nor was it likely she would recall any of it for later.

Another jolt in combination with the tentacle caused her to spiral out of control. Clamping down over the toy as she came again, just as hard as her juices flowed over that twisting toy. Of course she was unable to see the shared look Phoebe and Gersham had.

For the moment the incubus fae let Phoebe carry on. Taking a few steps closer to the toys his eyes never left t he pair. Taking something from the shelf he jaunted through the shadows to an area behind and near Phoebe. Needing to take a few steps to close in on her. A bare finger traced between her shoulder blades. The tip of an index finger rubbing against her, the shadows that clung to her skin dissolved away, no longer necessary it seemed.

Bending down he suckled on her neck as she sampled Luna's own. Lips eventually moving aside. His tongue dipping behind her ear.

“When I fuck you you will cum harder than you have up to now.” He whispered. As if painting a picture for her to look forward too or implanting a suggestion though he had no means of doing so with mere words requiring incantations for the enchantments he knew.

Nothing could keep Luna from exploding around that writhing appendage time and time again. Various cruel stimuli crashed together in her drug saturated body though none could fully douse the flames they tended to offer momentary reprieve when their intensity peaked alongside the agent’s near crippling dose of bliss. Slow and deliberate, then quick and merciless, the moments before and after that devastating high made it seem as though she was meant to plunge from one release straight into another, but Phoebe tended to relent just barely enough to extend each round that little bit more.

Yet there was more than that heated blonde keeping her upright, tormenting her, but in a sense bestowing mercy unto that aching flesh, tending to need no one else would right then and there. The masculine form stepped into shadow then emerged from another angle, lavishing delicate skin which elicited sounds rippling across Luna’s own neck though in the heat of the moment their whispering may have eluded her senses.

“Ahn ..” She gasped out at the touch of his finger, then the feel of his tongue as if expecting more of that drug to enter her own system, ultimately breaking up her conquest of the brunette’s neck in favor of letting loose her own bedroom voice. Casting a glimpse over her shoulder, offering up more of herself to be exploited, there was a mild purr to the reward Gersham had barely indulged in until now. “I’m still yours for the day .. You can have me whenever and wherever you want.”

Phoebe arched back into the handsome specimen, lightly pulling Luna along with her. Those wild hand movements and shocks neither slowed nor lost their intensity, keeping her company even as the others conversed in an all too licentious manner. “Mmm .. I look forward to finding out just when you’ll make me yours.”

Thoughts turned this way and that, but with many things regarding the man an exact outcome still eluded her. Sights, sounds, sensations, Phoebe pictured herself in thousands of ways in the mere fraction of a second though chances were nothing came close to what Gersham had in mind with those words. Few had uttered them before, but unlike others in his place those words carried the weight of a promise, not a mere claim derived from overconfidence that could never be fulfilled. Shudders coursed through her in that moment despite recent events taking it out of the shapely pilot, with no answer to those uncertainties until he decided to reveal the truth himself.

Would he wait for Luna to burn through his aphrodisiac first? Nothing kept him from overwhelming either of them, or both, at this very moment, but perhaps the other woman’s presence, let alone consciousness would not be required or desired in the first place? Whichever the case, Phoebe wouldn’t let her get away without filling her in on what they could’ve had with a bit more time on that resort world.

The toys continued their nefarious work, but would not be kept in use forever. Unless Gersham acted, Phoebe eventually slowed after who knew how many highs peppered the agent’s brain with feel good chemicals, opting to either replace or complement the existing devices to fully drown the aroused operative in an ever escalating avalanche of erotic rapture, provided Luna lasted long enough.

The agony of bliss! Luna's muddled mind could not describe the multitude of stimulation that coursed through her. From the discomfort of those clamps, the interment shocks, altered brain chemistry or the twists and turns of the vibrator that was deftly used against her soaked nethers.

Had it not been for the gag she would have produced a litany of sounds announcing her pleasure. As it was the gag barely restrained her much in this realm. Her cries were muffled, yet loud and shrill. Her face lifted up to the darkness. Hands bunching into fists, Luna pressed back into Phoebe firmly. Feeling those sharp nipples press against her while a multitude of her body was assailed ever so pleasantly.

There was no rush. Yet there was no end. A crescendo built within her causing her toes to curl as this euphoric sensation rolled over her. Only for it to continue once her body began to ebb. Kept on that keen edge Luna was either falling over that precipice or built back up to the tipping point. The let down barely lasted.

She had a sense that Gersham was within arms length. She heard a smattering of whispered words though she had not grasped all that was said as her body was in the midst of another high before the inevitable crash. She hardly had the field experience that Phoebe had. Somewhat sheltered in the research and development department it was rare for her to be assigned much of an active role.

Yet the galaxy was full of perils for a human female. That much was clear. She had been lucky for the most part. Insulated from the worst the galaxy had to offer on account of her mind. At an early age she was an asset, brilliant even then.

Gersham simply observed from over Phoebe's shoulder. Unable to touch her breasts for now he casually traced that finger along her spine.

“Oh. I plan on thoroughly enjoying you. But pacing is key.”

A hand squeezed an ass cheek followed by a light smack causing it to jiggle until he cut to rubbing the spot again. No need to distract her with his aphrodisiac yet he allowed her to continue her fun. He was somewhat distracting though. His finger chilled mildly. Encased in a shadow like miasma it felt more like jello than flesh. The alteration made clear as that finger sank lower down her back. Between the crack of her ass the tip circled her anus once, twice, thrice, then the barest pressure as a small portion sneaked inside.

More of that digit followed. He was behind her. Leaning down so that he had access to her neck. Licking her there as the chill of his finger mellowed out against the warmth of her body. That digit circling her insides as it pushed farther inside her.

Fingers ran through her hair. Pulling her head back briefly so he had better access to her neck. Suckling on it for a minute or two before releasing her.

Phoebe would catch movement from the corner of her eye. If she looked she would see nothing but each time she looked away she could swear that something was moving within the darkness. Then out of the blue she would feel something grasping each ankle. Beings suckling on her toes, tongues wiggling between each digit. More of those magical forces? Those semi corporeal shadows?

They may have had a hold on her but they were not restraining by any means. It was easy enough to shift away or even reposition her legs to Luna's sides. The force did not move to follow only keeping up their vigil while she remained stationary and not moving with her. Whoever that was not the case for Gersham himself. He would move as she did. Assaulting that ass at a steady pace. That finger only gradually picking up speed but never going all that fast, at least for now.

Gersham kept playing her strings. Swatting that luscious rear emphasized the bounty of her body though that barely stifled whimper coupled with hips bucking forward once more established why he took his time with her in the first place. Abstaining from the pleasures of the flesh could be quite entertaining and the rewards would be all the more potent later. Savoring the delicate expanse of her neck, breaking into Phoebe’s tight ass with a single digit, what break the blonde was supposed to take became an ever escalating chain of teases. All the while, Luna’s blissful agony complemented their actions with a song worthy of their burning desires.

After minutes of mutually assured spiraling into the abyss, Phoebe moved up, positioning both legs against Luna’s sides. Shadows that once molested her feet were relieved of their duties though she had curled her toes in their embrace one last time before shifting away. Their actions were not without results, but the sheer wealth of stimuli would not make their absence the deciding factor in what the former agent did next.

She held down the button administering shocks to her beautiful companion. Wild thrashing motions stirred her insides to new heights of bliss. Luna would be kept in that state far longer than usual, experiencing the full range of mind wrecking delights the tentacle toy was capable of. Whether the girl climaxed again was of little concern. She wouldn’t be going anywhere anyway. Phoebe had already straddled the poor thing and once those sensations began to ebb, Luna’s gag finally came off. Her breath was being taken in a deep kiss right after, their modest chests dragging across one another in their closeness.

When the union of their lips eventually broke, no questions came. It was impressive enough that she was still conscious. No need to tax her senses further. The blindfolded agent could hear Phoebe giggle softly amid panted breaths Gersham elicited from her, but nothing beyond that. He had the luxury of seeing everything, however, starting with the hand grasping the other end of that wriggling toy and aligning it with her own soaking wet sex.

Smoldering nethers parted around the device. She took it in with a partly withheld mewl and shudder, allowing it to sink deeper still until Luna’s and Phoebe’s bodies flushed together, becoming one. Shallow thrusts still shook their bodies to a degree, every motion owed to the man behind her. Sinful hips kept dancing to Gersham’s ministrations, thrilled to perform and be lavished with attention at the same time.

Her mind reached for another shock collar which promptly hovered over to their glistening forms. Phoebe affixed it to herself, with both remotes then placed near the questing beacon of masculinity if he cared to use them. With Luna hanging on by a thread, he could either speed things up or wait for her to fuck the agent’s brain out at her own pace.

While pacing’s certainly key, they had peppered Luna’s body and mind with relentless abandon since they arrived at the chamber. Just how much longer that woman could hold out against their own hips grinding into one another remained to be seen, and Phoebe looked forward to finding out how this sheltered scientist fared against this cruelly spine tingling rush to the finish line. A hand pawed at a clamped breast while the other swept over the curve of that ass beneath her, hefting it to her own downward thrust to dial up the intensity of their lovemaking.

As she moved away Gersham's finger slipped out of her rump allowing for Phoebe to tackle the hapless agent even more. Luna was suffering from all that attention in the most blissful of ways. Her gag removed she hardly had time to draw in a breath before her lips were stolen.

All the while Gersham moved around the bed so he was again behind Phoebe. Muted cries were shrill. Tongues battled against one another as the two revealed in one anothers company. Gersham spotted the movement of objects. First another collar then remotes that he seized up.

Luna was twisting and arching up from the shocks and touches. Those nipple clamps felt with each movement. The charming ladies before him received their fare share of shocks. Though as skilled as Gersham was in the department of pleasure he knew just how much the human body could take.

Still Luna was an unknown to him in this department. She didn't strike him as being a virgin, but one with little experience. Her stamina just didn't seem to be up for long marathons of endurance. He had assisted in getting Phoebe out of a sex club and so knew she had more experience in these things. Both were diminutive young women. However, willpower and determination were factors that couldn't be accurately gauged. Luna endured the crushing orgasm that wracked her.

He had to reassess as Phoebe turned that toy on herself. She wasn't totally free from his influences. A remote in each hand his fists set upon Phoebe's shoulders. At times he pressed her down fully, hastening the occasional thrust. Thumbs administered shocks to both, Phoebe more often in order to prolong Luna.

He lost track amid all those cries. Dancing bodies before him Gersham pressed down on Phoebe's shoulders. At the same time he administered a long shock to both of them. Energy rippling through their cores.

Luna squealing out, her back arching as she was lifted up into that sudden thrust. When the smoke cleared and the most recent shock faded Luna fell back to the mattress panting. As she did Phoebe could hear the clacking sound of the pair of remotes that Gersham dropped after delivering a final, brie but intense jolt. Fingers spayed over Phoebe's shoulders as she was forced down hard. Hip to hip with Luna. A pleasant warmth filtering out from the tips of those fingers. It crept along her collar bone, to her neck and climbed to her head while dipping down her chest.

That potent drug controlled by the man behind her. One that refrained from letting her do more than squirm in place. That arousal a slow increase as he willed it. Prolonging her suffering as well as Luna's since she had to deal with those continued movements. At least she had something inside her, something that pushed her closer to that edge. But the being behind her knew when she neared that peak. Doing something that canceled out that pleasure. Nullifying that ache only to start all over again.

Indeed he could keep this vicious cycle up indefinitely. The pair suffering the most. Luna's features contorted in bliss, her eyes behind that blind fold rolling up. Toes curled while those nipple clamps continued to dig into her.

Building her up. Denying her again and again. She was rather fortunate that it wasn't too long. Bending down his tongue traced along her neck briefly. When it reached her earlobe he drew that into his mouth. Nibbling softly against it briefly. His tongue soon vanishes behind her ear. Next thing she knew his mouth was close enough to devour her ea in it's entirety.

Instead he whispered.

“Not yet my little minx. Oh, not yet. Ask politely and just maybe,” He chided. A hand reaching around her body to squeeze one of her breasts delicately. He would not make her beg, yet yearn for her release. He had something in mind, eager for it actually. If she could see him she would realize just how hard and ready he already was. pre-cum dripping from his strained tip. The only thing that prevented him from drawing this out further was that he was unaware when Aegir was going to show. It could be an hour. It could be a day. While it may have been amusing witnessing her in dire need seeing just how long she could hold it all together being left unsatisfied himself was something he wasn't too keen on.

Phoebe knew not what would become of them once the remotes were passed on, but clarity came to her in all due time. She couldn’t be sure whose delight ended up being greater, theirs or the man in charge of watching their precious minds spiral into oblivion as they were fucking each other senseless and every shock merely added to their ever escalating passions. Sweat adorned their bodies. Drool escaped the corners of her mouth. She carried that lost and unfocused expression all too well, but even petite women could have ample energy to draw from before succumbing to fatigue.

There was no counting the amount of cries announcing release, no measuring the beginning and end of one climax as it bled into another whenever Gersham permitted it. At times, the two of them came at once, making for quite the feast for the senses as spasming curves and lecherous sounds produced such a pleasing scene for him.

Remotes fell away eventually. The collars simply remained to emphasize their positions before him. Agents, current and former, were forced together in one moment of mutual delight that brought their hips together. Heat imbued the pilot’s flesh, turning her trembling, panting beauty into but a doll subservient to the powers flowing from his fingertips. What minor movements they permitted did little other than grind the undulating toy straight into velvety, ever desperate walls crashing down around it from all sides.

The young woman could barely fathom what happened next, thrown head first into a circle of erotic agony that could very well be eternal if he willed it. Bliss swelled beyond comprehension until a mere touch could’ve burst the bubble that was her imminent release. Then, all of a sudden, it shrunk down into nothingness only to build up once more, repeating the same simple yet undeniably cruel pattern. She could very well picture herself teetering on the verge of tangible madness by the time he posed his question. How many women had gone crazy under the influence of that power without even being granted the privilege to ask for it to end?

Squirming in place limited what parts of him could be enticed or even teased, but even as that rumbling voice pervaded her entire being from but a whisper, he coaxed another depraved groan from her as fingers closed around a glistening, perky mound of tit flesh. What would it take to end this? A simple question? A request? Would he really allow her release?

In spite of being tethered by that drug and denied again and again, the blonde’s senses were far from dulled. Scented masculinity hovered around them. The undeniable fragrance crept into her lungs, infecting it with the heavily potent stench of a man in need. She knew it well, probably better than anything apart from handling the controls of any one ship. What it meant, what it promised beyond merely being graced with every subsequent lungful of it, rang clear even through the haze of that pretty little head. Were it not for the perceived eternity of mounting the other agent and the tentacle toy trapped inside them, alongside many of their other unbridled affections that day, it would have stirred this trained servant body’s desires even at their lowest.

Yet there would be no begging for release either way. She knew what it meant to serve. She could taste Gersham with every breath teasing that altered tongue with not only the passing of air, but the subtle odors it carried to these tingling cells. A scent burned into memory, thick as it was even in trace amounts, would not make her forget her place.

Stifling more of those bedroom sounds for a few moments took more than a bit of willpower on her part, but what better way to prove that she was not going to play directly into his expectations this time around either?

“Will you please let me have it, Master?” Phoebe goaded from a position of disadvantage, offering little more than attempts to arch her back and thrust those petite orbs further into his touch, or to try and grind her hips harder into the pinned agent even against the power of that drug. Whether overcoming it was actually possible, her every motion would’ve been dedicated to his visual pleasure. Visuals that could be more than eye candy. He knew that much. All it would take was for him to indulge.

“You .. Back inside me .. Please .. Would you kindly grant my request?” She played on that in a polite manner, purring in a low whisper Luna herself may still be able to catch though there was no denying both their minds were crumbling under that much undivided attention from him.

The pair were most pleasing. To the eye and of course being under his sway. It was clear that Gersham's actions had been spurning them on. Delicious music in the heavenly choir of their voices rang out through the chamber. Phoebe's heated body molding against his every touch as she pressed firmly into his hands. Even as she danced and twisted her hips against the toy captured within the bodies before him.

Words, low but clearly audible disrupted those elegant cries. One needing to choke off from making them. The words entwined with Luna's cries but Gersham's keen senses could discern what was said. Focusing on Phoebe's words. More goading and playful then begging or pleading as many women did in his presence. He had no doubts that he could reduce her to such a state if that indeed was his aim. Though in the past he revealed to her that there would be no need to beg, especially since he wanted this as much, if not more than she did. Gersham was good at denying himself to prolong pleasure.

Have what? He could have teased. There was no doubt in that need. Even as he had to strain to hear her dropped voice that commanded his attention in doing so.

Being addressed as Master was a nice touch though Phoebe continued addressing just what she yearned for. He drew back, his touch fading from those adorable apple sized breasts. Promptly he gave a swat to that rear, watching it jiggle. Fingers ran through the hair at the back of her head briefly. Then getting a good grip he pulled her head back. Exposing her neck to his tongue and lips.

After a mere few seconds he again moved toward her ear. Licking the lobe prior to whispering his response to her.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Drawing back an intangible force at both her sides manifested. Shadowy figures seized both her arms drawing her slowly up the toy she was resting on until she was free of it. Turned around she came face to face with a nude Gersham. His attire must have been made of the same shadow stuff hers had been made out of. Dismissing them with but a thought. His member already proud with want. The tip glistening with pre-cum as those figures moved her closer to him.

Gersham easily maneuvering himself beneath her. His tip swiftly aligning with that sex that was calling to him like an alluring siren that he simply could not resist. His hands grasping her by the hips as those intangible figures released her arms. His mouth placed over a breast, his tongue teasing the nipple between sucks. The tip of his rod tracing against her knowingly though there was no need to wait long. One swift movement with his hands and he drew her down shapely as they joined. Half way before lifting her back up. Escaping those clenching depths but giving her little time to collect herself for no sooner had they been apart did he repeat the process. Drawing her down just as suddenly, squeezing into those tight folds with strength and will along with her slickness. His pace quick, though gradual in letting her take more of himself, foreshadowing that moment until he buried himself in her chalice to the hilt. Hips bouncing against hips, those motions continued at a frantic pace as he feed her more of himself.

Once she had all of him and a rhythm had been established Phoebe could feel that intangible force return. Fingers along her back. A hand gripping and squeezing her ass. A wet digit rolling over her anus preparing her for the inevitable for in short order she would feel the tip of another shaft against her. Like before it did not take her, waiting for a dismissal or approval it seemed.

Gersham ceased in blocking her pleasure, in dispelling those desires when they grew out of control. Though he did not enhance them any either allowing nature to run it's own course. Though his mouth leaves her breasts in order to target her lips and tongue seeking admittance.